Sam Shelly

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real.

Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it."

His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence. With a rush of raw, unfiltered emotion, she threw herself into his arms, seeking solace in the midst of chaos. 

  What happens when secrets are revealed and she finds out that her life has been nothing but a series of lies? What happens when the truth unfolds and she finds out that the only person she was ever devoted to, was the one who betrayed her?

She is yet to discover her true identity so join Mia on this rollercoaster journey where her mate will bring her wildest fantasies to life, where she has only one mission:

Make The Culprit Pay.


Enchanting Royalty

Throughout the celebration, Christian didn't try to hide the fact that he was practically eye raping me. I constantly felt his burning gaze on my head or my body. The guy even went as far as trading me under the table during the dinner and that obviously made me squeal, which I covered by coughing. But people around us were not stupid. Of course they caught onto what was happening. 


To be exact, Christian would place his hand on my thigh under the table, giving it a tight squeeze, and start inching it closer to my core until I had to slap it away. I didn't get how he grew so bold in a day. But then again, when was he not bold? He was always the one to make the first move. And I wasn't exactly complaining about it. 


Chapter 38